I wish sometimes that the song had been correct, and all my exes DID live in Texas.
I should probably rephrase that…cause I have a number of exes in the Greater Portland/Maine area code that are great guys and I’m more than happy to pal around with. In fact, with a lot of them being friends has been easier than being involved. I just get how to hang out with boys. And I totally value their friendships.
So when one reaches out after the inevitable “split” happens (I realize that while *I* may be ok with the friends with exes thing, they may not…so I give them the opportunity to make the decision) I will gladly sit down and catch up over a beer at Rivalry’s. The way I figure it, if we had enough in common to date at one point then we certainly should have enough to keep a friendly relationship in tact. I mean, at SOME POINT I enjoyed having them around, right?!
Which is why it was a little out of character for me to be working on an article Sunday morning a couple months ago and freak the hell out. No, not because I was freaking out about a date with a boy or anything like that. But because I got a little notification that came popping into my inbox telling me that I had a friend request on Facebook.
Facebook…the social media tool that makes it possible for exes to track their exes down whether they live in Texas or Thailand.
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Apparently we have a mutual friend that knew him years back and me now. I commented on said friend’s wall post. Ex found me. And boom. Friended. After at least 3 years of def-con one radio silent communication. I did what any red-blooded girl would do. I felt all the color drain from my face, closed the laptop, get up off the couch and proceeded to go upstairs and do laundry.
Each time I walked past my cherry red Netbook it mocked me. Enticing me to open it up and accept the friend request. I avoided it for about two hours, then curiosity (and let’s face it…he was a great maker-outer…) got the better of me and I accepted. And being the genuine person I was (cause really, why the heck would you friend someone that you had no desire to interact with?!) I sent him a note.
Carefully stategerized to be nonchalant and non-committal I responded “Hey Stranger, how goes it?”
I know…you are all jealous of my mad suave skills.
He wrote back a very nice email about life, what had been going on, and that I occasionally floated into his mind and he wondered how I was. I wrote back about my life, stuff going on, and whatnot and thanked him for the friend request.
Now I should note that these next actions are NO DIFFERENT than the way I treat any of my other “friends” on Facebook.
I commented on a status of his, sent a note when said mutual friend and I were chatting about how they used to live in the same apartment building and finally (partially to test my own theory) on a photo.
I should also note that he is on Facebook all the time so it isn’t like he isn’t “using” the site frequently.
HE IGNORED EVERY SINGLE ATTEMPT I MADE TO REACH OUT!
Seriously?! What the what?! YOU FRIENDED ME!!!
Are we friends on Facebook for the mere ability to stalk?! Why on EARTH would you reach out after 3 years of ignoring each other just to ignore me IN A COMPLETELY NEW MEDIUM?!
Who cares if my exes live in Texas or not. Thanks to Facebook they all exist a little too close to home. And I’ve now hidden all his updates and statuses…who needs such drama in their life? I’ve got enough of my own!
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